but i don't like a gold rush, gold rush, i don't like anticipating my face in a red flush, i don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch, everybody wants you, but i don't like a gold rush

to say walker had fangirls was an understatement. people went crazy over the young actor. from edits to rumors to videos about the poor boy, everyone wondered what it would be like to love him. he never could catch a break. so when you came into his life, it was like a breath of fresh air.

walker had so many girls who wanted him, but he only wanted one person, you. he couldn’t understand his sudden infatuation with you, maybe it was the fact that you didn’t seem to want him back like everyone else. it was a relief and a curse. because, that boy was head over heels for you.

he would follow you around like a lost puppy, text and call you constantly, make plans, compliment you, the whole nine-yards. sometimes he would randomly show up at your house just to hear your voice for a few minutes. man, that boy was obsessed.

10 minutes ago, he spontaneously called you and said he’d be over in a matter of minutes. true to his word, he stood at you doorstep, holding something behind his back. “for the pretty lady,” he joked, handing you some flowers. “so, you gonna invite me inside, or…?”